Or again, when in doubt and danger, with no friends within a thousand miles, the traveller might suddenly meet this silent man, with one or two tattered wanderers of his own kidney, who would help him from his peril, and then vanish as unexpectedly as he came.

Such was the man who now walked by their sides along the bank of the Richelieu, and both Amos and De Catinat knew that his presence there had a sinister meaning, and that the place which Greysolon du Lhut had chosen was the place where the danger threatened.
"What do you think of those fires over yonder, Du Lhut ?" asked young De la Noue.
The adventurer was stuffing his pipe with rank Indian tobacco, which he pared from a plug with a scalping knife.

He glanced over at the two little plumes of smoke which stood straight up against the red evening sky.
"I don't like them," said he.
"They are Iroquois then ?" "Yes." "Well, at least it proves that they are on the other side of the river." "It proves that they are on this side." "What!" Du Lhut lit his pipe from a tinder paper.

"The Iroquois are on this side," said he.

"They crossed to the south of us." "And you never told us.